windthread

someday i might learn.   

What i thought couldn't happen,  happened.  Of It's own accord.   Woman just goes…back to those baskets,  that are just some of,    just to look,  and the piece of Deb Lacativa's dye magic on old household cloth,  lying quietly on top,  waiting for woman to notice.   Which at first she doesn't  notice,  it's not what she had in mind,  but Deb's cloth waits…breathing.  

so,  Magic and Love come together…the piece of a wedding gown,  silk but not silk,  the course weave of the household cloth,  the form that the silk but not silk took of its own accord upon the dye imprints that are the exact colors of the wildflowers of this Place i am coming to learn  

about Love,  Mo's vision,   about risk,  about trust.  

 

 

Mo's pennant.  Given just enough from the Manzanita leaves and twigs.  Chrysalis.  

this jar of Manzanita twigs and leaves.   For a couple months now.  Was going to empty it out this morning.  Nothing had come from it,  i thought.  Why?  Don't know.   Maybe time of year.   But i put my hand in to stir it up and there was a piece of cloth in the bottom…just cotton,  and is the EXACT color of the earth here.  EXACT.  So i have taken the plunge and wrapped Mo's pennant,  tied it and set it in.  Maybe.  Maybe not.  But i have done it.  Wait now,  grace,  i say.  Wait now.

 

 

son and his family didn't arrive till late yesterday and went directly to the AirBnB.  They'd been camping a week in Yosemite and wanted a shower and washing machine.  But this morning they arrived.  The girl,  Giana Lily,  who i wanted to name Alluvial Fan,  doesn't remember me.  She just turned 5.  She watches me closely,  listens intently to my responses to her offered information….an example of which:  Do you like jelly sandwiches?    me:  i do.  sometimes i have one every day.  with peanutbutter.  She:  i don't like peanutbutter.  I like Nutella.  Me:  this is good to know.  Forever now,  i will have a jar of Nutella for you and a jar of peanut butter for me.  What kind of jelly do you like?  Her: strawberry.  Me:  me too.  so that 's easy.    The deal is sealed,  me and her.

As we walk up the Hill,  the Goats attend,  Tay runs, circling and soon Talkie the Chicken comes.  We are like a movie.  I take them on a winding tour,  all over the Hill,  and realize i have so much to tell.  But the Star of it all is Puppie.  His woman is a cat person and is fascinated by The Pup…..who seems to be everywhere,  all at the same time.  Giana now and then exclaming…there is another one!,  but it's just Puppie.  Accompanying every step.  Sometimes Above,  flying branch to branch of trees,  sometimes catapulting out from the brush just ahead of us.  At one point,  as we were looking out over the Meadow,  she was there,  hunched,  crouched and then took off with the speed of lightning like a cheetah in the African veldt.  and son's woman,  seeing this said something i will forever love.  "Watching her is like knowing what animals really are,  before domestication.  Their true selves".   

 

 

 

 

so,  this is how it IS and how it can be.   

Kim looked.  she saw " a tall woman with small torso,  very long legs"

Liz read and looked.  "Thank you for seeing her into reality"

  THIS,  so so elegant and BeautyFull to me…how it Can Go…..

i don't  go much,  beyond amorphous Energy Forms,  don't look to anthropomorphize,  but in this Cloth…She is there.  Kim saw her.  She IS there.  Showing HerSelf,  to help us.

Thank you Kim and thank you Liz….Thank You

 

 

 

 

thread beads.  Jude Hill ~ Spirit Cloth.   The Black/White,  Black/White  for so many years.   And the black/white 6,  with the seventh being an African Blood Bead.   They speak of the invisible Order of the simultaneous separate reality that moves around and through the reality we know to be real.   what we often call Magic.  but is really,  the Real.

from the Farmer's Market this morning.  In person,  it is vibrating with it's own Beauty.

The windows are washed,  their screens dusted of Goat hoof dust.  We're ready here.    I make that gesture i was taught by the Mustang Woman….arm outstretched,  but elbow slightly bent,  hand extended, palm down, fingers curved,  relaxed.  Ready.  

 

 

 

at the Post Office.   It's my this year's birthday present.  almost 3 months early,  i'm not sure why?    She, Alyssia , and I have been attending the OnLine workshops from Ram Dass in Hawaii  for 2 years now.  Have watched him move closer to his death.   This book was just released….she was excited to see it.  Maybe that's why?  or…who knows,  maybe she's noticed something.  Either way

so put this up early.  it's 4:00.   is the first day in forever that No One has been here.  I want to spend this eve catching up with comments.  

last early eve i saw that my little personal garden at B has been eaten.  Most of it…the Peruvian Golden Berry bush,  two Moringa,  yarrow,  milkweed,  the remaining stump of the previously ravaged Hydrangea,  the what i called failure to thrive lettuces which were re-named thrive of their own accord…them.  The tomato plants trampled.  The Butterfly plant of some sort that Jenny recently brought,  unpotted but left intact.  Goats… under part of the temporary fencing.  Ok.  Enough for now.  Will take down the two Tree Collards to the Wall Garden.  Let it go for this year.  Maybe begin again in Spring when a more permanent fence can go up.  

the windows are so BeautyFull

Alyssia brought me this today,  saying it was really for my birthday last year,  just never got sent.  And she brought some flat thing that i can hook into my laptop so i can play it??? but she forgot the cord.  Tomorrow.  So, in anticipation,  i took the phone down for the Wall Garden watering and played U tube.  It will be the sound track for the next few days.

 

 

 

 

a three string bale of bedding straw that had gotten moldy in last winters rain and was moved over to B,  but left in an unattractive place and  ignored till now when we are spiffing up and i took it apart,  it still separated in flakes and moved it flake by flake to the area of the compost.  the bottom 4 inches had transformed.  it somehow had remained moist…..there has been ZERO water there,  but moist and in its decomposition,  the FRAGRANCE so sublime.  EARTH.  NO evidence of any insect,  any worm,  so all this…from microbes,  this Huge transformation…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Deva   of the Wild and the Domestic.   

or,  the domestically wild and the wildly domestic.  Lizards and Goats.  The desert Place,  it was Lizards and Goats.  Here it is the same but so much more.  There are Lizards at every turn.  6 kinds so far.  But none of those blue tailed Sisters.

this Cloth,  like all the others in the last few days,  is not Finished.  The young Goat,  not sewn In.    The Lizard,  barely there and without a finished foot.  Sometime i will finish it and know whether to add,  "from here".  Today,  as i looked,  i had the thought to add a Madia.  A large Cloth,  14 X45.
Tomorrow,  IT begins.  The Visit.  My son,  his woman,  their 5 year old child who i have met twice.  On the weekend,  my children's father who has rented an air b and b a mile away.   We have no idea how much time they will spend on the Hill.  or choose the BnB?    Many question marks float above.   As with many families,  there is complexity.  I spend time centering my Self.  Grounding.   This One above hovers,  at my side.  in between the trees.

 

as i went to feed and give water to the Bucks,   Wendy,  Whose "papered" name is Amazing Grace,  Who i've called Wendy,  who they call now,  Amazing,   Who i compromise by calling Amazing Wendy,  anyway….she was at Sunny Ray's gate,  her back to it,  tail flagging,   Sunny Ray was noticing,  saying his buck things,  though it's been a longtime.    November is when we willl breed.  So,  i marked it on the calendar.  

And an AMAZINGLY WONDER FULL thing occured,  today   AVAAZ   was in court to counter a subpoena  by 

MONSANTO

and WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh HooRAY for the People,  oh, just so much EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  and great Joy!!!!!!!!!

please go to Avaaz.org and read and add your name,  your VOICE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

only one more left, really.  there are a few more,  but they weren't kept because of NEEDING to keep them,  but just that

there was More they needed that wasn't yet ready to appear.  So they have waited.  

Tomorrow,  the last one, and i want to go back over these days here and re VIEW them….there is a constant thread in all.   Other than the obvious.   Want to touch my finger to that pulse.